My Mom is physically incapable of just sitting around. My Dad is too but my Mom is in denial about it. Like, she’d say she can do it but she can’t. Case in point: she was at my house while we were in Colorado – the why of this is a long story – and sent me the following text:
When I got home the cleaning fairy – i.e. Mom – had done a bunch of laundry and straightened up. It was awesome. One of the things she found though…not sure if it was awesome or not.
It was…it was something, though.
I present to you, a letter from my eight year old foster daughter to my six year old biological daughter.
Dear Stella,
I hope you have a great day tomorrow…
Well, it certainly starts out on a positive note…
…and hope that you are not whinning [whining] and that you can learn the word’s in a story but if you can’t and you still have to go to kintergarn then you won’t finshed school and you won’t get to colege…
Clearly, she has Stella’s best educational interests in mind.
“You have to learn to ride a bike and to learn about wearing pull-ups, when you are in high school and you still wear pull ups then you can’t go to college and when you are a grown up and you still wear pull-ups then it will be horrible.
Yes, Stella still wears Pull Ups at night. It’s an issue. It wasn’t an issue when she was three or four or really even five. But now, it’s an issue. It’s especially an issue since, apparently, she isn’t going to college and her life will be horrible if she doesn’t stop wearing them. Just between me and you and the Internets though, the eight year old doesn’t have much of a leg to stand on when it comes to this issue.
A typical morning conversation:
Foster Daughter: I changed jammies during the night because I got hot.
Me: Really, because the jammies you took off are wet.
Her: Well, I think I sweated a lot.
Me: It smells like you wet your pants, do you think that might have happened?
Her: Well…maybe. But at least I don’t wear Pull Ups like Stella!
The note continues with it’s it’s final and maybe most important sentence:
“You need to stop tattle taleing.”
Indeed. Don’t we all, child. Don’t we all.
